Amnesia, plz?

One week until the Spokane Marathon. 'Bout time for an update, eh?

I suddenly became ridiculously busy a month ago. Consequently, I've been eating un-veganly (i.e. getting fatter, though not fat, thankyouverymuch), sleeping less and smoking lots of cigarettes. My mother is going to read this and kill me.

Cross-training is a distant memory -- it must've been August when I last rode my bike anywhere but work. (And I haven't been doing that much, either.) I have, to my credit, managed to fit in most of my training runs.

Grand prize for abusing my body is that, just in time for the race, I've caught whatever floating-germ disease is circulating among my friends.

Since running is 90% mental, please join me in pretending the aforementioned things are not true from now until Sunday.